The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

The king looked surprised.

As we all know, people in the army are relatively rude, and generally don't like to study gentle things.

Especially poetry, is not popular.

"A little bit, a little bit."

Jiang Ming shook his head modestly, and then threw out a famous sentence through the ages: "What is done on paper is always shallow, but I know that this matter has to be practiced, and I am still far behind."

"What is done on paper will eventually become shallow, and I will never know that this matter must be practiced. Good poetry, good poetry!"

When the king heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then showed shock.

Thousand Cave City has always been the most cultured in the mainland, and it is a place of pilgrimage for all literati and poets.

The status in the knowledge circle is equivalent to the holy place for Internet celebrities to check in on the earth.

There are countless well-known poets that the King of Thousand Caves meets every year. Which of them is not proud to leave a line or two of poetry?

But all of their poems combined are not as classic as Jiang Ming's sentence! .

"Can write such a stylish poem, the general really hides his secrets, I admire you!"

said the king respectfully.

"The king's words are serious, the road is long and long, and I will search up and down."

Jiang Ming smiled slightly, and blurted out another famous sentence.

king:? ? ?

Gallo:? ? ?

Good guy, did you come all the way to Thousand Caves City to show off your talent?

This is better than pretending, full marks!

After some fancy pretense, the Jia Luo father and daughter were too shocked to speak.

Jiang Ming smiled lightly and stopped making any noise.

As the saying goes, when things are over, go away and hide merit and fame.

Of course, this sentence was said in the heart, otherwise the two of them would almost kneel down after hearing this.

. . .

To take part in the assessment tomorrow, Jiang Ming rested in the palace that night.

Lying on the bed, I replayed the poems I had recited before in my mind.

For the first time, I felt that the Chinese teacher who forced the students to recite poems turned out to be a very good person.

"With these verses, isn't it easy to get a place in the library?"

Jiang Ming smiled confidently and closed his eyes contentedly.

At the same time, the king's study is not far away.

Su Yu, the number one literary master in Thousand Cave City, recited two poems written by the king to her.

"It's superficial on paper, and I absolutely know that this matter has to be done."

"The road is a long way to go, and I will go up and down to find out."

"King, you said that these two poems were written by a Tang general?"

Su Yu looked excited and trembled all over.

"That's right, he's still a young man under the age of 20."

the king nodded.

"Genius, must be a genius!"

"Where is he, I want to see him!"

Su Yu stood up suddenly.

"What's the rush, he may have already fallen asleep so late."

"See you tomorrow. Anyway, you are the examiner, so we will definitely meet."

The king waved his hand to signal Su Yu to sit down, then looked into the distance with flickering eyes.

"You said, could he be the prophesied savior?"

Chapter 40：借诗装逼

The next morning.

Before Jiang Ming got up, the lively sound of gongs and drums had already started.

The assessment of the temple is held once a month, but the enthusiasm of the people in Thousand Cave City has not diminished at all, just like Chinese New Year.

Having enjoyed breakfast with the king in the palace, Jiang Ming came to the assessment site with the admission ticket given by the king.

The Thousand Cave City Library is a well-known treasure in the mainland, and tens of thousands of people sign up to visit it every month.

If they are really allowed to pass the assessment, the threshold of the library will be broken.

What's more, the Temple of Scholars doesn't have that much energy to score all the applicants.

Among the tens of thousands of applicants, only a handful of prestigious scholars are eligible to participate in the assessment.

And only the top ten in the assessment are eligible to enter the library.

The probability is only about one in ten thousand, which can be said to be very harsh.

"Am I going through the back door?"

Looking at the admission ticket in his hand, Jiang Ming gently shook his head.

For a little guy like him who is not well-known in the intellectual circle, even if he signed up, he would not be selected.

Without the admission ticket given by the king, he would not even be eligible to participate in the examination.

Standing in the group of candidates, Jiang Ming's figure is particularly special.